"Bless this day and all it brings"
Has been the very hardest thing
For me to say when life goes wrong,
And I am weak instead of strong.
I try to keep my head on straight
When I know I have to wait;
But wasting time seems like a sin,
And i could miss "what might have been."
I need to pause to realize
That good, at times, comes in disguise.
Waiting gives me time to grow,
For there is much I need to know.
I must learn to cope with strife
And follow the flow of Life;
To fight the battles I must win;
And rid the negative within.
If I could learn to see the good
And bless each day,I surely would;
But being human I will try
To trust God more and not ask "why."
-Yu/stan/kema-
Two children came and sat outside
In the warm summer breezes.
They missed their Mother who had died.
Their hearts felt torn to pieces.They wanted to honor the life she led,
For she loved her children dearly.
She would give a stranger a loaf of bread,
And she loved her God sincerely.She would laugh and dance in the light of the moon,
And she sang like an angel from heaven.
She taught them to play an instrument
Although they were eight and eleven.
Her children mastered the violin,
And she taught them right from the start:
"Music could touch the soul within
And soothe a grieving heart."They went down to the creek that day,
And they sat and drew their bows.
They smiled as the music became a danceAnd they left their Mother a rose.
For she had given them a priceless skillTo deal with the losses ahead.
They came to love the music they made
And remembered the words she said..
-Yu/stan/kema-
Found on Facebook on 11-13-17,
sacred spirit.
Found on Pinterest on 4-24-16. The violinist (Shelbi) lynnA.
My life was filled with hope and joy,
Each day a new adventure.
I squandered moments in time
With endless days of pleasure.
I was convinced that I could live
Day by day forever
And I would taste of sweet success
With all of my endeavors.
My strength was once incredible,
And my energy unending,
But old age caught up to me,
And a Pandemic sent me reeling.All the things that anchored me
Were suddenly torn asunder.
I lost a friend, became quite ill,
And I saw my Country plundered.My faith in God had disappeared,
And my hope for a better tomorrow
Had crash-landed here on earth,
And I was filled with sorrow.The last two years I've walked with death
And stayed in isolation.
The world's been turned upside down,
And I'm often filled with frustration.It's hard to tell what is the truth
And what is a clever lie.
Misinformation flows like oil,
But real facts are hard to deny.There are many changes as I grow older
And losses I have to accept.
There are techniques and skills I need to learn
So I'll become more adept.I have been given gifts through the years
That I cherish deep in my heart.
Yet, when I am dealt with repetitive losses,
True acceptance becomes an art.-Yu/stan/kema-
The world is full of oppositesdespite what some believe.With every day of joy we have,
are days when we grieve.Wewalk up a flight of stairsand then we climb down.
Some days we may smile a lot,
and some days we frown.We say we hate our enemies
and love our dearest friends.
We resent those we dislike;
With friends, we make amends.Most often opposites attract,
yet, sometimes they repel.
Both exist here on earth.
We must remain tranquil.
-Yu/stan/kema-
Scanned by Yu/stan/Kema on 2-18-16. Personal photograph.
I had a fuzzy little dog
With golden, brownish hair.
He ran with me across the yard,
His nose up in the air.
His body shook with ecstasy
Each time he smelled some food.
He hunted down and gobbled up
Good meat with gratitude.
His ruff was thick around his head,
And it was white as snow.
And everywhere I tried to walk,
He was sure to go.
His brown eyes sparkled in the sun.
His tongue was long and pink.
He smiled when we were having fun.
One time I saw him wink.
He'd lay beside me in the grass,
His head upon my knee.
The joy we shared was multiplied
When he would laugh at me.
He is deceased, but still I think
Of him when he would lay
And look at me with soft brown eyes.
I miss him every day.
-Yu/stan/kema-
I step into a room filled with silence.
A glowing rock illuminates the space
Between two chairs facing each other.
A table lamp adds light in the place.
I sit and wait, holding my breath,
For someone to quietly enter,
Sit peacefully across from me,
And start this new adventure.
She greets me with a gentle smile
And sits in the opposite chair.
She leans forward and invites me
To relax and become aware:
Aware of my current surroundings
And attuned to all of my senses,
Conscious of my present thoughts,
And my emotional defenses.
We explore and discuss what is needed
To bring me back to my Self,
And what skills I need to learn
To improve my emotional health.
We agree to work together
Using honesty and respect
To regulate my emotions
And deal with feelings of neglect.
This room is no longer silent.
It's a refuge for me,
A place for my soul to grow,
And my spirit to fly free.
-Yu/stan/kema-
If you can play a violin,
Then make it weep and cry,
So mourners can freely grieve
When a loved one dies.If you can dance with pure graceAnd move the human soul,
Use your gift to heal the heart
So others can feel whole.If you can write and inspire
Lives to thrieve and grow,
Good will live after you,
Much more than you will know.
If you can paint a landscape
And bring beauty to this earth,
Use your skills and passion
To show others their worth.If you can help the wounded
Come to terms with their past,
Use your great compassion
To show God's love can last.
-Yu/stan/kema-
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I wish I was a rainbow stretched across the sky.
I'd give hope to those who still need to cry.
I wish I was a sunbeam shining everywhere.
I'd give warmth and comfort when life seems hard to bear.I wish I was a moonbeam glowing in the dark.
I'd show the way to safety while crossing the park.
I wish I was a cardinal sitting in a tree.
I'd sing songs of gladness for those in misery.I wish I was a cool breeze on a sunny day.
I'd give relief to those at work and children at play.
If I could make a difference helping those in need,
Then they could feel God's love through every single deed.
-Yu/stan/kema-
I'm sorry that your brother died.
I know you carry tears inside.
You called him " Brother" all your life.
Your sorrow cuts you like a knife.
He sheltered you from every harm
And had a certain kind of charm.
You saw his flaws but loved him so,
And it is hard to let him go.
I'm sure he's trying to impress
God with his own worthiness.
He worked hard to build a ranch
And acquired a cowboy stance.
Now it's time to say good-bye.
He's ridden his horse across the sky.
He knows he'll see you again
And talk with you of now and then.-Yu/stan/kema-
REFLECTIONS OF A MINDFUL HEART AND SOUL 